I’m going to stand here and wait for you; there’s something about the sky laid out in front of me and the door behind me that makes the options open. I could step forward and fall or step back and close a door. But for now I’ll wait for your cue. Wherever you go, I’ll follow.
DLS
ocean spray, blue skies, birds, fish, deep sea, soft music, nice breeze. Eternity is close by, looking at the sea. No limits. Perfection in exists in simplicity.
Cj
As she leaned against the railing and looked down at the city below, she considered how she had gotten there. It wasn’t the plane that she flew in or the train that carried her into the city that interested her. It was the drive, the certainty and conviction that she would succeed, if not now, soon.
Kelsey
A thousand faces gaze up at mine.
Watch a tear escape my eye.
It falls twenty five floors.
I hope to meet it soon.
The wind blows through my hair.
A voice I can barely hear.
Whispers in my lonely ear.
“Stay with me.”
And I step back.
Scarlet
THis one time, as a young boy, i had a dream. Im not sure if it was a dream though. Anyway, I was hanging over the balcony, about 20 above ground. My cousins pulled me to safety. It was like….wow. I never figured if it was real or not but it felt so.
Alex
tonight, tonight, it all began tonight
I saw you and the world went away
tonio and mariette meet to die
kelly
Balcony is where you go to think. It usually looks over some type of city or something! :D
Brittney Carla
Somewhere you can sit and relax. Watch the sunset slowly setting in the sky as you gently sip on your cool ice drink. Watch the wildlife around you.
Amy
once i jumped off of a balcony into a couch at my friend’s house. the couch wasn’t as soft as it was when i was sitting on it though and it ended up hurting a lot. if i ever did that again i would probably use a trampoline.
mary
on the balcony, i notice you gazing at me. i just want you to be near me, not alone up there. i want to come to you, caress you, smother you in my love. Your eyes shine with a bright flame and smolder me. Your hair blows in the naked and seething wind.
Amanda Opeka
The vines spilled over the balcony, like tendrils of hair adorned with flowers. They welcomed the humming birds to explore the trumpet flowers and perfumed the evening with hope.
courey
balconies blow. my friend fell off of one and died. he was really drunk and decided to walk on the edge of the balcony and fell off
johnny
She stands there in her agony, a tear on her cheek, the picture of brokenness. The balcony that supports her small frame seems so strong, but she feels like falling.
Kelsey
a standing where the princess awaits her prince. a place where one can touch the moon. high above the world away from everyone. she stands alone, waiting feeling the breeze touch her face. the balcony of life takes her in. it stands alone from the window gazing out.
miguel
A lovely perch to view the world. See the earth from a new perspective. Believe in a fairytale and meet your prince.
Lissy
çUnder the balcony, a couple of lovers laid. They stared pprofoundly to eacho other, hoping that time never end. They were madly inlove. Then somehow, she vanished, right in front his eyes.
Bronxy
a balcony is a place where I go to get away from it all. I sit way up high, perched above the rest of the house and just think as I gaze off into the horizon. A balcony is a great place to jump off of if I wanted to kill myself.
Austin Murray
I sat on the balcony with you. I thought about jumping off, but somehow I felt I had a reason to stay. You held me to my seat. Always. I’ve never found anyone else like you, and probably never will.
Please, give me a reason not to jump.
Jessica E.
I used to post naked for pictures on the balcony of my old apartments. I was tied to the railing with a dog collar and leash. I’m not exactly sure where those pictures are now. I hope they got thrown out when I got evicted.
None
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Scott Gallagher
He stood staring in terror over the edge of the balcony. How many loved ones would he lose to the concrete? ‘Oh well,’ he thought.
Jennifer
balconies are nice.. some type of gateway to the world without leaving the comfort of your home i guess. its like you get to own a part of the unownable, through a balcony. am i reaching here? i always am. balconys… kinda scary tho. kind of an abstract idea too..its a platform…. in the sky… attached to a building.. what?
reinnevaplus
A girl stood on the balcony, wondering where her new love could be. She longed to kiss him again. Little did she know, he was closer than she thought.
Kelly
its a place where you go and sit and there is wind and it reminds me of my hometown country called jordan because they used to have nice balconies where we’d sit at night with family and look out of the silent streets while eating sunflower seeds with tea. those were the good days. balconies don’t provide mu
Heaba
Standing on the edge.
The city cries below.
Funny.
The dogs.
The birds.
The veterans feeding them.
Crumbs drop to the road below.
Leyla Chisamore
He looked over the edge.
Really, he could just jump.
Such a simple task, rid a heavy weight, such a large burden to bear.
But he heard the sweet voice in his head reminding him of the love and joy in the world.
He stepped back, away, looking over the distant edge.
He wouldn’t do it.
Kaywinnet
We sat together on the balcony. The sun warmed her in ways I had never known possible. She seemed at home here but I had not that sense of belonging.
Jason
romeo and juliet, love scene, suicide, jumping off the balcony, climbing up the ivy, rose bushes and vines, on an old house, like the secret garden. only shakespeare, and water, ummm, no more thoughts, becausde you’re dead, and love killed you, off the balcony, it starts with a b
kryslyn
she was sitting on the balcony, tears rolling down her pale face. maybe he wasn’t her romeo. he would never come, snd she know it. but the, a voice. soft behind the bushes. was it him? could it really be her own dear romeo?
absolutelyobscure
i stood on my balcony so many times spotting you across the way with your cigarette in mouth puffing and puffing and puffing and puffing just like he did but now he has a pipe because he’s a hipster faggot and he thinks that’s a more classy way of getting cancer but anyway i love you and i love you and i love your puffing and i hate that you left and i want nothing more than for you to return someday even though you almost always sigh and never really feel much or say that you feel much but i know that you do because you have to. you must.
tomcat
oh, romeo… go fuck yourself.
i’ve got better things to do than sit around here
drowning in an a love and life never realized with someone like you.
no more waiting up here – i’d rather jump off of this thing and soar with flight driven by my own
imaginary, albeit, broken wings.
too long i’ve spent my life dreaming and writing of a tragical, magical love like the one you speak of. too long i’ve wasted my energy on men who i wished would be your doppelganger.
i don’t want to wear these tired eyes, or speak these tired lines anymore… i want a new love story. one that doesn’t end in death or pain or never again.
lizziface
a balcony up there. It’s not like other balconies. That one belongs to me, every nook and cranny and statuesgue gargoyle. My neighbors complain, but they have flower pots and such. i figure I can just complain about their dead flowers one day and that will be the end of that complaint.
Salient
Balconies are a thing that people use to go outside yet remain above the ground. In ancient times many a lover called to the object of his affection from the ground while (presumably) she remained above, representing a sort of aloofness. In a way a balcony then is a status symbol in that it allows
Alex
I stepped to the edge of the balcony railing and looked down as the moonlight washed upon my face. Should I just let go and fall into gravity’s eager embrace?
Annie
Balcony makes me think of Romeo and Juliet, Juliet hanging out the window listlessly dreaming of her lover set to take her away. She wonders if things could work out, considering the circumstances of her family and the family of Romeo. There’s always something to get in the way of what someone wants, regardless of whether or not their reasons for wanting it are pure.
Zac
oh! what a strange subject I should write about! ok. ok. balcony! yes! what can I say about it?!!! Ummm! oh yes! balcony! Uhummm! I’ve just remembered the balcony in my uncle’s house. when I was a child, we went there. sometimes we stayed there one night. I liked go to the balcony with my cousins and throw out some garbage on the head of people who passed below the balcony. we did so and laughed! good. not?
mohsen
What I don’t get is why he sits in that balcony every day, and all he ever does is stare. Doesn’t bring the paper, or a book, or a drink, nothing. Just sits there. Staring. Is he waiting, or is just trying to piss me off? It’s like he knows I’m watching him, or maybe he’s the one watching me.
Nolan Heights
He stepped onto the balcony and quickly pulled the heavy curtain to his side of the opening, to conceal himself. And waited. Quietly, nervously
Wayne
She stood on the balcony overlooking the sunset across the buildings. The firs ttime she ever saw a balcony, she swore she’d never live in a building without it. They are so handy, seeing the world from right where you live. It’s a luxury that all people should have. She was spoiled by it, the ease with which she could peoplewatch and spy on others without being readily seen. Her balcony was full of chairs and tables with books and lit with the sunlight
Blair
i love the balcony. you can see everything from most balconies. I like t dance and barbeque on the balcony. on other good thing about a balcony is that you can sit there and just shoot the breeze and relax.
I’m going to stand here and wait for you; there’s something about the sky laid out in front of me and the door behind me that makes the options open. I could step forward and fall or step back and close a door. But for now I’ll wait for your cue. Wherever you go, I’ll follow.
ocean spray, blue skies, birds, fish, deep sea, soft music, nice breeze. Eternity is close by, looking at the sea. No limits. Perfection in exists in simplicity.
As she leaned against the railing and looked down at the city below, she considered how she had gotten there. It wasn’t the plane that she flew in or the train that carried her into the city that interested her. It was the drive, the certainty and conviction that she would succeed, if not now, soon.
A thousand faces gaze up at mine.
Watch a tear escape my eye.
It falls twenty five floors.
I hope to meet it soon.
The wind blows through my hair.
A voice I can barely hear.
Whispers in my lonely ear.
“Stay with me.”
And I step back.
THis one time, as a young boy, i had a dream. Im not sure if it was a dream though. Anyway, I was hanging over the balcony, about 20 above ground. My cousins pulled me to safety. It was like….wow. I never figured if it was real or not but it felt so.
tonight, tonight, it all began tonight
I saw you and the world went away
tonio and mariette meet to die
Balcony is where you go to think. It usually looks over some type of city or something! :D
Somewhere you can sit and relax. Watch the sunset slowly setting in the sky as you gently sip on your cool ice drink. Watch the wildlife around you.
once i jumped off of a balcony into a couch at my friend’s house. the couch wasn’t as soft as it was when i was sitting on it though and it ended up hurting a lot. if i ever did that again i would probably use a trampoline.
on the balcony, i notice you gazing at me. i just want you to be near me, not alone up there. i want to come to you, caress you, smother you in my love. Your eyes shine with a bright flame and smolder me. Your hair blows in the naked and seething wind.
The vines spilled over the balcony, like tendrils of hair adorned with flowers. They welcomed the humming birds to explore the trumpet flowers and perfumed the evening with hope.
balconies blow. my friend fell off of one and died. he was really drunk and decided to walk on the edge of the balcony and fell off
She stands there in her agony, a tear on her cheek, the picture of brokenness. The balcony that supports her small frame seems so strong, but she feels like falling.
a standing where the princess awaits her prince. a place where one can touch the moon. high above the world away from everyone. she stands alone, waiting feeling the breeze touch her face. the balcony of life takes her in. it stands alone from the window gazing out.
A lovely perch to view the world. See the earth from a new perspective. Believe in a fairytale and meet your prince.
çUnder the balcony, a couple of lovers laid. They stared pprofoundly to eacho other, hoping that time never end. They were madly inlove. Then somehow, she vanished, right in front his eyes.
a balcony is a place where I go to get away from it all. I sit way up high, perched above the rest of the house and just think as I gaze off into the horizon. A balcony is a great place to jump off of if I wanted to kill myself.
I sat on the balcony with you. I thought about jumping off, but somehow I felt I had a reason to stay. You held me to my seat. Always. I’ve never found anyone else like you, and probably never will.
Please, give me a reason not to jump.
I used to post naked for pictures on the balcony of my old apartments. I was tied to the railing with a dog collar and leash. I’m not exactly sure where those pictures are now. I hope they got thrown out when I got evicted.
high up ceiling across maddie sky holiday sun sea tall spain sunny beach pool white across dangerous watch drink alcohol view sight see chill relax vacation apartment rich hotel motel
He stood staring in terror over the edge of the balcony. How many loved ones would he lose to the concrete? ‘Oh well,’ he thought.
balconies are nice.. some type of gateway to the world without leaving the comfort of your home i guess. its like you get to own a part of the unownable, through a balcony. am i reaching here? i always am. balconys… kinda scary tho. kind of an abstract idea too..its a platform…. in the sky… attached to a building.. what?
A girl stood on the balcony, wondering where her new love could be. She longed to kiss him again. Little did she know, he was closer than she thought.
its a place where you go and sit and there is wind and it reminds me of my hometown country called jordan because they used to have nice balconies where we’d sit at night with family and look out of the silent streets while eating sunflower seeds with tea. those were the good days. balconies don’t provide mu
Standing on the edge.
The city cries below.
Funny.
The dogs.
The birds.
The veterans feeding them.
Crumbs drop to the road below.
He looked over the edge.
Really, he could just jump.
Such a simple task, rid a heavy weight, such a large burden to bear.
But he heard the sweet voice in his head reminding him of the love and joy in the world.
He stepped back, away, looking over the distant edge.
He wouldn’t do it.
We sat together on the balcony. The sun warmed her in ways I had never known possible. She seemed at home here but I had not that sense of belonging.
romeo and juliet, love scene, suicide, jumping off the balcony, climbing up the ivy, rose bushes and vines, on an old house, like the secret garden. only shakespeare, and water, ummm, no more thoughts, becausde you’re dead, and love killed you, off the balcony, it starts with a b
she was sitting on the balcony, tears rolling down her pale face. maybe he wasn’t her romeo. he would never come, snd she know it. but the, a voice. soft behind the bushes. was it him? could it really be her own dear romeo?
i stood on my balcony so many times spotting you across the way with your cigarette in mouth puffing and puffing and puffing and puffing just like he did but now he has a pipe because he’s a hipster faggot and he thinks that’s a more classy way of getting cancer but anyway i love you and i love you and i love your puffing and i hate that you left and i want nothing more than for you to return someday even though you almost always sigh and never really feel much or say that you feel much but i know that you do because you have to. you must.
oh, romeo… go fuck yourself.
i’ve got better things to do than sit around here
drowning in an a love and life never realized with someone like you.
no more waiting up here – i’d rather jump off of this thing and soar with flight driven by my own
imaginary, albeit, broken wings.
too long i’ve spent my life dreaming and writing of a tragical, magical love like the one you speak of. too long i’ve wasted my energy on men who i wished would be your doppelganger.
i don’t want to wear these tired eyes, or speak these tired lines anymore… i want a new love story. one that doesn’t end in death or pain or never again.
a balcony up there. It’s not like other balconies. That one belongs to me, every nook and cranny and statuesgue gargoyle. My neighbors complain, but they have flower pots and such. i figure I can just complain about their dead flowers one day and that will be the end of that complaint.
Balconies are a thing that people use to go outside yet remain above the ground. In ancient times many a lover called to the object of his affection from the ground while (presumably) she remained above, representing a sort of aloofness. In a way a balcony then is a status symbol in that it allows
I stepped to the edge of the balcony railing and looked down as the moonlight washed upon my face. Should I just let go and fall into gravity’s eager embrace?
Balcony makes me think of Romeo and Juliet, Juliet hanging out the window listlessly dreaming of her lover set to take her away. She wonders if things could work out, considering the circumstances of her family and the family of Romeo. There’s always something to get in the way of what someone wants, regardless of whether or not their reasons for wanting it are pure.
oh! what a strange subject I should write about! ok. ok. balcony! yes! what can I say about it?!!! Ummm! oh yes! balcony! Uhummm! I’ve just remembered the balcony in my uncle’s house. when I was a child, we went there. sometimes we stayed there one night. I liked go to the balcony with my cousins and throw out some garbage on the head of people who passed below the balcony. we did so and laughed! good. not?
What I don’t get is why he sits in that balcony every day, and all he ever does is stare. Doesn’t bring the paper, or a book, or a drink, nothing. Just sits there. Staring. Is he waiting, or is just trying to piss me off? It’s like he knows I’m watching him, or maybe he’s the one watching me.
He stepped onto the balcony and quickly pulled the heavy curtain to his side of the opening, to conceal himself. And waited. Quietly, nervously
She stood on the balcony overlooking the sunset across the buildings. The firs ttime she ever saw a balcony, she swore she’d never live in a building without it. They are so handy, seeing the world from right where you live. It’s a luxury that all people should have. She was spoiled by it, the ease with which she could peoplewatch and spy on others without being readily seen. Her balcony was full of chairs and tables with books and lit with the sunlight
i love the balcony. you can see everything from most balconies. I like t dance and barbeque on the balcony. on other good thing about a balcony is that you can sit there and just shoot the breeze and relax.